Historically, February has not been a good month for me. When I lived in northern climes (growing up), I was always sick. ALWAYS. Now that I've moved back, that seems to be continuing. Then my mother died in 2001, at the end of February. And my dad's birthday is in February and that has a lot of memories with it, too.
It's a crappy month.
But, it's over, and I am determined to get it together and move on. Step one is getting well. I saw the doc again tonight, he gave me a new medication, and I can already feel it working on my lungs. Hopefully, within the next day or two I'll be able to walk across a parking lot without wheezing. Which would lead to getting this stir-crazy four year old kid out of the house and to somewhere interesting like one of the dozens of museums, botanical gardens, and aquariums around here.
Since there's STILL nothing to discuss, how about a photo montage of what I've been thinking about? You can all speculate.
Looks like my brain's still working, at least.